The Thief of Mardu

by The thief of Mardu (lit)

  They began searching the study, looking for anything to link Daarna or Arnath to the statesman’s murder. Isa didn’t believe either suspect stupid enough to leave the evidence in plain sight, much as she might hope otherwise.

  "My brother left me a file on this case," Catam said quietly as he searched. "The information I have on Daarna looks quite damning, especially when paired with what you told me."

  Isa stopped and stared at him. "So you do believe me?"

  "I wouldn’t be in here otherwise."

  Warmth unfurled within her. Finally, someone actually believed in her innocence! Even her own family hadn’t trusted her enough to let her hide with them on Aran.

  "What exactly led you to believe I didn’t do it?" She wanted to know what Catam saw that her own flesh and blood missed.

  He stopped searching the statesman’s bookshelves and stared at her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. "There’s just something about you, Isa, that makes me believe in you."

  A moment of silence descended on the study, and the two stared at each another with puzzled fascination.

  "Thank you." She bit her lower lip, wanting to say more.

  Catam’s eyes blazed and focused on her lips. Before she could say anything, his expression froze, his eyes turning from sensuous to wary. "Someone’s coming. Move, quickly."

  He doused the lights and dragged her to the opposite door from which they’d entered. She didn’t hear anyone but trusted his instincts. After turning through several corridors to dodge random servants, they entered into a dimly lit hallway.

  He dragged her to a halt and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Do you know where we are?"

  She nodded. "This should be the guest wing, according to Harron’s iffy map. I didn’t get a chance to see it in detail before, because I was running for my life from the thrells. Speaking of which," she murmured uneasily and looked around her.

  "They’re not here. Obviously Daarna wasn’t expecting us tonight." His teeth gleamed in the shadows.

  "Funny. Why don’t we--"

  He clapped a hand over her mouth and shoved her inside a nearby door that was, thankfully, unlocked. Then he dragged her to a large closet and threw them both inside, cracking the door almost to a close before the door to the bedroom opened.

  "What the hell is taking her so long?" Arnath muttered to himself as he turned on a lamp and began undressing.

  "It’s Arnath," Isa whispered.

  "I know. Shush."

  Isa glared at the breath brushing her cheek. The closet, though narrow, held enough space for the two of them to comfortably stand one behind the other. Isa stood in front of Catam, able to peer through the narrow crack between the door and frame. She could feel him pressing against her back as he tried to peer over her head into the room.

  "Why do you think he’s still up?" she whispered again, ignoring Catam’s order to be quiet.

  "I have a bad feeling we’re soon going to find out."

  Sure enough, Daarna Klin entered the room and locked the door behind her. Arnath removed the last article of his clothing and stood completely nude. Much as Isa hated to admit it, he made an impressive vision of lean muscle with a full, heavy arousal.

  "Oh no," Isa groaned. "Not again."

  "What?" Catam whispered.

  "The last time I was here I had to wait hours until these two finished coupling. What is it with my timing?"

  She felt his body shake with laughter. She didn’t see anything the least bit humorous about being trapped in the closet. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how foolish she had been to enter Klin’s home in the first place. She should never have trusted Harron to begin with.

  Catam interrupted her self-castigation, jolting her body to awareness. He nuzzled her neck and nipped her ear, sending a shiver of heat straight to her loins.

  "Do you like Arnath’s cock?" he murmured in a sexy rumble, shocking her with his question.

  "What?"

  "Look at him, Isa. And look at Daarna."

  Daarna slowly disrobed and stood facing Arnath, her hands circling her lush breasts.

  "We have all night, love," Daarna teased Arnath and placed one hand over her mound, sliding her fingers through her dark brown curls. He groaned his approval and began stroking himself, urging her to continue.

  Isa’s breath caught. Before, watching Daarna and Arnath play hadn’t been the least arousing. But now, with Catam breathing down her neck, his warmth flush against her, every action Daarna and Arnath shared seemed like foreplay between her and Catam.

  "Watch how she touches herself." Catam licked her neck. "See how Arnath’s cock swells? That’s what you do to me, sweet."

  She could feel evidence of Catam’s arousal thrusting against her hip.

  "Catam?" she whispered. Much as it should have disgusted her, she couldn’t help feeling turned on by Arnath and Daarna’s sexuality, especially since it sparked Catam’s arousal.

  "Shh. Just watch. And feel," he ordered.

  Arnath let go of his thick cock to caress Daarna’s breasts. He grew rougher in his handling and Daarna cried out, begging for more. He answered by suddenly lifting her in his arms and striding to the bed. He dropped her there and spread her legs wide.

  Isa’s breath raced at the erotic image, coupled with Catam’s roaming hands. With nimble fingers he eased her shirt free from her trousers, and within moments covered one breast in his callused palm.

  She bit her lip and arched into his hand, silently begging his fingers to tug on the nipple that tightened with need. Instead he teased her, letting the full weight of her globe rest in his palm.

  In the room, Arnath buried his face in Daarna’s pussy, causing the woman to cry out her delight. Arnath lifted his head to shush her, and Isa felt Catam’s smile against her neck.

  "You women are so loud," he teased before unfastening her trousers. "Try to keep quiet while I get a better feel for your needs."

  She heard him chuckle but felt some small satisfaction when he found her wet and needy, for he groaned. He began stroking her clit, his fingers no longer teasing but hard and pressing with intent.

  "Catam, it’s too much," she forced herself to whisper and again bit her lip to keep from crying out loud.

  "No sweet," he rasped and removed his hand, only to free his cock from its confines. His other hand left her breast and then he was positioning her, bracing her hands against the doorframe. "It’s not enough."

  Chapter Eight

  Catam clenched his jaw and called on his last reserve of patience. He wanted nothing more than to ram his cock into Isa’s wet little sheath. Instead he slowly filled her, pressing deeper and deeper until he could go no further.

  In this position he could clearly see Arnath eating Daarna’s pussy like a last meal, and the image further aroused him. He all too easily imagined licking Isa’s sweet cream with as much enthusiasm.

  Isa gasped at their contact and he tugged her hips against his, flexing within her.

  "Yes," he hissed when she unconsciously pressed harder against him, taking him in even further. Her tight, hot pussy tensed around him and he fought the urge to come right then. "Isa, sweet, I want to fuck you so hard," he admitted in a groan and began moving.

  He slowly withdrew, the friction incredibly erotic, before plunging hard and fast. He could see her hands gripping the doorframe in the darkness and he in turn clutched her hips, controlling her movements.

  She fought to grind against him, but he would not allow it. He needed to make his claim, to mark her as irrevocably as she had marked him.

  Pants and groans from the bedroom filled the silence and Catam felt safe allowing Isa’s small moans, muffled by the door and Daarna’s loud responses.

  "More, Arnath! I need your cock, now!"

  Isa seemed to echo the cry by lifting her hips to take Catam deeper. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  "I’m going to give it to yo
u, Isa. No more waiting," he whispered and licked at her ear. She shivered and his satisfaction rose another notch. Flor, but she responded so openly to his every touch.

  One of his hands released her hip and sought her hard nub burning for release. He rolled her clit, pinched the sodden flesh between his thumb and forefinger, wishing he could lick her without breaking stride.

  He continued to fuck her, Daarna’s cries and Arnath’s grunts spurring him on. He saw Arnath mount Daarna, his politician-white ass humping while he fucked Klin’s widow. Then Catam closed his eyes and saw no more, fully enthralled with Isa’s delectable body.

  Her pussy gripped his cock and she strained against his fingers, desperate to come. Her arousal pushed his own, until he could feel his balls draw up, hardening to the point of pain. He was so close to release....

  Daarna screamed, shattering the sounds of pleasure around them. Arnath soon followed, his scream shrill and surprisingly effeminate.

  Catam noted this while continuing to pump, determined to distract his pleasure until he’d seen to Isa’s. He didn’t have long to wait.

  He pinched her clit harder, the pressure pushing her past her limits. She stiffened and let out a gasp as her body tensed.

  She clenched around him like a vise and he thrust faster, deeper. "Fuck," he gasped, unable to stop himself. "I’m coming, sweet. Oh yes." His breath left him as he shot hard, drenching her womb.

  They remained locked like that for a moment, oblivious to Daarna and Arnath, to the world around them.

  Catam basked in wainu, and more, he basked in Isa’s very presence. Her scent, the sweet, untamed spice of sex and wildness, wrapped around him in a mantle of affection. He felt closer to her at this moment than ever before, and he struggled through the wearying contentment of wainu to understand why.

  The danger of exposure, the risk of mating with a woman who could bring him to bliss so easily, the life-threatening circumstances surrounding their relationship, perhaps those factors enhanced the bonds between them rather than a true and honest affection.

  Yet, he couldn’t quite let go of the fact that he wanted her again, now. He wanted her spread before him. He wanted to lick her sweet pussy, to taste her spice and his mixed together. Even now the scent of their lovemaking overwhelmed him, and his softening cock stirred again.

  "Oh, Catam," she murmured throatily. "You feel so good inside me."

  Her words made him hard as stone and he breathed deeply, aware that Isa needed time to recover from the explosive orgasm he’d given her.

  "You’re still hard." She chuckled softly and tilted her hips, then pushed back against him.

  Catam bit back a curse and stilled her movements, his hands fastened to her hips.

  "Don’t move, Isa, or I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week."

  "I doubt I’ll be able to sit now," she complained, her voice throaty. "I’m completely satisfied."

  Her words frustrated him, but Catam reminded himself his kind were unlike others. He withdrew from her body, still achingly hard. He didn’t know why he felt such disappointment that Isa didn’t want him right now. Hell, he shouldn’t want her again so soon either, despite his Xema heritage. But she did something to him.

  "What are you doing?" he asked when she suddenly turned around to face him.

  "Brace your hands on the doorframe and be very, very quiet."

  He tensed, confused and half-hoping she might actually want him again now.

  "Relax, Catam," she teased, her voice sounding from the vantage of his naval, and moving steadily lower. "Watch Daarna and Arnath. Who knows? Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two."

  "Witch," he growled, and groaned when her mouth closed over him.

  The feel of her lips around his cock felt like pure, unadulterated bliss. She tasted him with her tongue, and he knew she tasted herself as well. Up and down her tongue stroked, her lips suctioned to his shaft. She slid her mouth around him, testing his girth as it continued to grow.

  By Flor’s heart, he was near to bursting.

  As if she could sense his desire, she paused and whispered, "Tell me what they’re doing."

  It took Catam a moment to recall that he and Isa were not alone, so far under her spell was he. He blinked and fisted one hand in Isa’s silken hair, needing the contact to keep him focused. The urge to thrust deep, to feel her throat on the head of his prick, consumed him.

  "They’re cleaning each other," he began, his voice harsh with desire. "He’s taking a rag over her pussy, thrusting it deep to clean out his seed."

  Catam gasped and closed his eyes for strength when she sucked incredibly hard. Far from painful, it aroused him almost beyond measure.

  "Continue," Isa ordered, enjoyment clearly on her mind as she licked his pulsing shaft.

  "She," Catam swallowed when her tongue grazed his sack. "She’s saying something I can’t understand." With effort, he watched the naked couple chattering to themselves. Isa engulfed him again, sucking him deep.

  He couldn’t help himself. He tightened his hold on her hair and thrust further into her mouth.

  She clenched his hips and forced him out, then drew him back inside her mouth, pulling his buttocks until the head of his shaft brushed her throat.

  He cursed softly in four languages, determined to last.

  "What are they doing now?" she asked around his cock.

  "I want to see you," Catam whispered aloud his desire, lost to anything but Isa. "I want to see your lips closed around my cock. I want to see you when I come, to see you swallow all of me."

  She groaned, a soft sound that reverberated around his cock, stimulating the already sensitive nerves to the point of pain.

  He nearly begged her to end it. A Xema begging a woman, of all things!

  "Arnath just stuck his dick in Daarna’s mouth," he rasped, saying anything to regain a measure of control. "He’s fucking her mouth now, in and out," he said as his own body followed his words. "She’s swallowing him, all of him," he breathed.

  Isa clutched his buttocks tighter and drew him inexorably deep.

  Panting with the effort to keep from ramming into her throat, he tried to resist her pull when her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft just under the head.

  Unable to stop, he thrust once, then twice, and finally came. She swallowed him greedily as his hands burrowed into her hair, holding her to him. Her lips robbed him of speech, and he almost collapsed on top of her, so satisfied he felt weak.

  Groans and grunts sounded through the door, finding Catam’s ears as he finally returned to his surroundings.

  Isa remained on her knees, gradually letting his cock slide from her mouth. She licked him gently and let him fall limply against his groin before she straightened.

  Standing so close to him, she couldn’t help but notice his still ragged breathing. She smiled with satisfaction. Her thighs slid together as she fought for balance. Pleasuring Catam had made her wet, the taste and touch of his cock an aphrodisiac to her senses.

  The man did something to her, something that made her lose all reason. She should have been upset making love in a closet, in a murderer’s closet, to be precise. But she could only feel contentment. She knew Catam had experienced the ultimate bliss.

  His sweet cream had slid down her throat with ease, his taste the raw essence of him that she would never in her lifetime forget.

  "Isa," Catam said in a low voice. She waited with curiosity for him to speak. He said nothing, however, and grabbed her in his arms, hugging her to him in a tight, secure grip.

  Her heart melted. She would curse herself and her inability to separate the man from his job later. Right now she intended to revel in his affection. She hugged him back and smiled to herself when his hold tightened.

  She had no memories like this to compare. With the other men in her life, she’d had disappointing sex, and always felt as though she’d missed something grander, more meaningful. Though she’d been lectured time and again by her mother
that women didn’t need orgasms to have good sex, Isa had never felt replete.

  She did now.

  Giving Catam back the pleasure he’d given her had been a wonderful gift, both for him and for herself. She’d been too sensitive after her orgasm for another one right away, but she’d felt Catam’s hardness still within her. Pleasuring him had made her wet all over again.

  Still, she felt just as connected with him now as she had after sharing mutual intercourse.

  She sighed and glanced through the closet crack at the bedroom bathed in light, unfortunately aware that they had company and would for the better part of the night.

  "I wish it weren’t so tight in here," she whispered against his chest.

  "I don’t know," Catam drawled, satisfaction and humor lacing his words. "I kind of like the close quarters."

  She told herself she wouldn’t ask. She knew he’d enjoyed himself. "You liked it?"

  "If I’d liked it anymore, I would have shouted down the house."

  She let out a soft breath of relief and pulled back from his embrace, eager to change the subject. "Believe it or not, this waiting is exactly what happened to me the last time I paid this house a visit. Don’t worry. We won’t be here all night."

  An hour later she crept out of the closet with Catam hard on her heels. They left the room as silently as they’d entered, Arnath and Daarna asleep and snoring.

  "Lightweights," Catam muttered as they moved swiftly down the corridor away from the room.

  "Lightweights? What? You could have gone another round?"

  "Isa, despite the closet, if we’d had more time, I’d be fucking that sweet pussy of yours right now. Better yet, I’d be eating you, savoring every drop."

  Isa blushed bright red and increased her pace.

  He chuckled. "What? Too honest for you?"

  She glanced back to find his gaze bright and engaging, a contented smirk lingering on his full lips and a swagger to his gait.

  "That’s my one regret about this job," he said.

  "What?" She stopped and stared at him. He regretted being with her?